Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
John Cale,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
New Order,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.